Peeling slowly as in some places I almost escaped being burnt to a crisp, but failed in my 'can I survive the beach?' test. Beaches are not for me. Beaches are for Adonises with leather mummy skin that has been painted a shiny fake-tan brown, and the sea is for the sharks. Didn't feel any, however.
Be nice to get back to England where it it might feel like being twenty degrees, or might decide to rain, or mgiht feel like being a little crazy and head on up to twenty five with a ray of sunshine to give you a natural boost without the added herbs and spices.
Found it amusingly desperate of the airport security that they found it necessary to feel up a five year old kid. Sure, 'cos you never know what he's going to stick up your nose, let alone his.
Amused myself with the notion that on the way back they might decide to keep us ehntertained for a few hours with an in-flight movie involving, say, a flight jacking. As Alanis would say, ironic? Mucho, but there would most definitely be a song about it. I recommend Flightplan with Jodie Foster. Although they've already got Jodie on another film called The Inside Man which is supposed to be tres awesome, so they might not want to overdo the Jodie-stylyin'.
Whilst the sunsets on Santorini in the Greek Islands are ass-kicking gorgeous, the quaint little abode's that we called home for a few days at a time refrain to be contained under the same specifics as described above. The bathroom WILL get soaked, along with everything else in there (life jackets for your clothes).
The pillows are hard as ye olde Egyptian rock - my sister got frustrated with hers early one morning and threw it to the floor, waking us all with a loud bang and me yelling 'what the fuck was that!'). The bathroom (returning for a second to this), may remind you of the smell you get when you walk into a public toilet down by the beach. Mmmm lunch!
In Athens, before we retired to our humble island isolation tanks, we were walking across this square where these two dogs were on the farther side from us. This lanky dog was walking a few steps in front of us when it stopped. And stared. One of the other dogs stopped. And stared. They stood there and stared at each other. "Oh, it's love at first sight," I reckoned outloud.
Then the two dogs trotted towards each other and began the all-important sniffing ritual that is the international sign that yes-you-are-in-fact-a-dog. After that were done, they started up a big play fight as if they hadn't seen each other in years and were performing a massive catch-up. Was funny to see.
I am in Athens at the moment - last night here and then it's off to the airport before the moon shall curtsey to the sun.
Around England for half a week and then home. Apparently we are not driving anywhere near Cambridge, so...*wibble*
Am looking forward to the duty free.
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